Can we make one last keepsake?
A post-mortem portrait of us to keep me sane?
I will arrange us upright
To make us more lifelike

I'll paint our eyes on our eyelids
As if we weren't asleep
I'll fold the picture until it fits
Inside a locket, 'cause I'm weak

I don't need something to remember you by
But I'm having trouble saying goodbye
It's quite insurmountable, honestly
So before you go, can you promise me

That I can paint eyes on our eyelids
As if we didn't die
I'll fold the picture until it fits
Inside a locket, forever mine

And I'll cry you a thousand anemones
Pluck a bouquet of my dreadful memories
For you to decorate your windowsill
To remember me by, if you will

Can we make one last memorial of us?
A post-mortem portrait of forsaken love
Secure the shadow ere the substance fades
To ease the tiniest bit of pain

And I'll cry you a thousand anemones
Pluck a bouquet of my dreadful memories
For you to decorate your windowsill
To remember me by, if you will

I'll cry you a thousand anemones
Pluck a bouquet of my dreadful memories
For you to decorate your windowsill
To remember me by, if you will
I'll cry you a thousand anemones
You will haunt all of my memories
Lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala

Lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala
Lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala

Anemones, my memories
Lalala, lalala lalalala, lalala, lalala lalalala